Pregnant!. Charlotte Hughes
A man who changed lovers like most men change shirts. And it was true. He wanted to give pleasure. And take it. It was never his intention to love anyone too much or too long. He’d seen what that could do to a man.
Yet at the core he was Gullandrian. It was bred in the bone with him to make certain his children were born only to his wife.
What a vain, proud fool he’d been. He should have taken the advice of his king, should have kidnapped her that morning when she first refused him, should have kept her under lock and key until she’d agreed to marry him and the baby was born.
Then, Freyja curse her, she could have divorced him. What would it have mattered? His child would have his name; the goal would be won.
Yes, Liv would have hated him, but he wouldn’t have cared. Not in any deep way. He would hardly know her, after all. She wouldn’t have let him know her, had she been his captive. Not a woman like Liv. She’d have fought him every step of the way.
But no. He couldn’t simply take her and be done with it. He’d had to do it his way. He’d thought himself the smooth one, the one who understood the twenty-first century woman so well.
And now what? Now that her eyes told him so clearly, so regretfully, that she would never marry him. How in the name of all the nine worlds would he bring himself to carry her off and imprison her at Balmarran? Now that he loved her. Now that her happiness and high regard meant everything to him, more, even, than the right of his child to be born legitimate.
‘‘By Odin’s one eye, just say it,’’ he demanded low. ‘‘Just tell me. Once and for all. Will you marry me?’’
‘‘Oh, Finn. You know I can’t. I…I have things I…what I mean is, I just don’t think…’’
Before she could finish stuttering out her refusal, he turned and left her there.
‘‘Finn!’’ Liv jumped up to follow as he disappeared into the other room. She took one step and faltered. The wand that proved she was pregnant was still in her hand. She looked down at it, shook her head and dropped to the edge of the tub once more.
Finn had been right. She had never really believed.
Until now.
In the other room, she could hear him moving around. She didn’t understand his strange, abrupt reaction. It was so unlike him. Of the two of them, he was always the reasonable, levelheaded one. He took everything in stride, with a wink and smile and a clever remark.
She ought to get in there and talk to him, find out what was going on with him, but right at that moment, she was in no condition to find out anything. Right at that moment, she was, quite simply, reeling.
A baby…
It didn’t seem possible. It wasn’t…in the plan.
Liv wasn’t the one who was going to have the babies. Not for years and years yet. Elli was the one who’d have all the kids. In any case, Elli was supposed to have three or four of them before Liv got around to deciding if, just maybe, she dared to add a baby to all the other heavy responsibilities that would come with her powerhouse career.
A baby came under the heading: Hope so. Eventually.
After I’m established…
If I find the right husband, a nice, settled-down type of guy, a guy willing to change diapers and get up close and personal with the downside of parenthood: things like colic and late-night feedings, ferrying them around as they got older, taking them to the pediatrician and the orthodontist, checking into the best schools, monitoring their homework, making sure they ate right…
God. The list went on and on.
True, she’d been telling herself for two weeks that she might be pregnant. That maybe it was something she’d have to come to grips with soon.
But might and maybe were worlds away from the two solid blue lines in the little white wand.
It was real. It was going to happen. She was having a baby.
She tossed the wand into the trash and then sat there some more, hunched on the tub’s edge, staring at the bath mat beneath her bare feet.
The sound of the door shutting downstairs brought her up straight.
Finn must have left.
She sighed and let her shoulders droop again. In a while, later today, she’d give him a call. Ask him to come back over. They’d talk about it, about…
Well, she wasn’t sure exactly what yet. She was on overwhelm right at the moment.
She got up and went back to the bedroom. She climbed into the bed and pulled the sheet over herself and told herself she’d feel better about everything in a little while.
The ringing of the phone woke her. She almost let her service get it, but then realized it might be Finn.
She fumbled on the nightstand and brought it to her ear. ‘‘Yeah? Hello.’’
‘‘Liv, are you sleeping?’’ It was Ingrid, in a thoroughly accusatory mood. ‘‘You sound like you’re sleeping.’’
Liv scrambled to a sitting position and raked her hair back out of her eyes. ‘‘Mother, what’s the—’’
‘‘Finn has gone back to Gullandria. He simply packed his bags and left.’’
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